Time for complete honesty. I had no idea what I was in for. For some reason I didn't put the connection together that going raw was actually worse than being a vegan. "What? I can't actually cook anything, Sure that sounds great, sign me up. "
I would say the first week of going raw was like the roller coaster ride built on those old school tracks: Lots of highs, lots of lows, and that feeling at any moment that the entire ride could collapse. I honestly don't know if there was any moment in the first 5 days that I wasn't slightly miserable. Mainly I'm attributing that to the fact that every day from about 1:30-5:30pm I got the worse headache b/c I went from oh lets say 4-5 cups of coffee a day to 0. Not the best way to ween yourself off of caffeine I've found out. But hey anytime I got real depressed I just cheered myself up with either a carrot or a piece of celery.
Did I cheat? Well technically no b/c the committee awarded me a handful of exceptions. One being whenever I travel I have the ability to eat with my business associates on an as needed basis or whenever raw food can't be found. So when the opportunity came I selected jerk chicken pasta as my meal of choice. It tasted like heaven. Oh and although I did mention to the committee that I had ate at Chili's one night (veggie burger) I probably left out the chips and salsa I scarfed down waiting for my meal. with a beer.
On to highs. I estimate that out of my 21 meals I ate raw 16 times. Of the 5 non-raw meals, 4 were at least vegetarian and I simply added a little heat to the veggies to make them taste like they weren't raw. So 1 bad meal of 21 ain't bad. And I lost 6 pounds during week 1 to keep me motivated for week 2.
Onward we go.

